1214 5 3 
      
			 
			
			
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				An electromagnetic pulse/
scrubbed the servers./
The clouds wisped and blew away, empty./
Markets lost what little mind they had.
 
					
				 
				
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93 9 9 
      
			 
			
			
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1295 11 9 
      
			 
			
			
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				All else is unmoved/
and relentless in its indifference. 
					
				 
				
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1302 5 4 
      
			 
			
			
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				this is where we end --
the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.  
					
				 
				
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876 10 6 
      
			 
			
			
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				I lack the intellect, discipline,
and faith in anything
but our ultimate erasure. 
					
				 
				
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